THE FLEA

Mark but this flea,

and mark in this

It sucked me first,

and now sucks thee

A sin, nor shame

nor loss of maidenhead

And pampered swells with

one blood made of two

O stay, three lives

in one flea spare

Our marriage bed and

marriage temple is

and cloistered in these

living walls of jet

let not to that,

self-murder added br

and sacrilege, three sins

in killing three

Find’st not thyself, nor me,

the weaker now;

Purpled thy nail in

blood of innocence?